Gulag?

A big bed, a room as big as his old house in the slums of Detroit, desk with computer and furniture, all set up for guests.

Walking over to the bed, Christian sets the suitcases aside and purses his lips, then slips out of his suit and into more casual clothes.

Stretching his tired body, Christian looks at the two doors in the center of the room and smiles, then walks to the right and opens it.

"..." Looking at the woman sitting on a comfortable couch watching TV, Christian instantly recognized the brown hair and approached with a smile, then sat down next to her and spoke "How's your room?"

"All nice but I would have preferred to share the room with you" Clicking her tongue, Lust put the can of beer aside and turned to Christian "Do we have to do something?"

"I'm meeting the president tomorrow, a public event."

"Sounds strange."

Smiling, Christian moved suddenly and clung to Lust, then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him.

Smiling softly, Christian rested his chin on top of Lust's head and looked at the television calmly "Lust"

"Yes?"

Lowering his hand, Christian gently caresses his wife's stomach and whispers "Do you think you'll ever carry my child here?"

Smiling slightly, Lust rests her head contentedly on Christian's chest and continues, "Why? Do you have a fetish for pregnant women?"

"No... I just thought our child would be beautiful."

"..." Blinking in a daze for a few seconds, Lust glanced sideways at Christian's soft smile and looked down "Do you really want to have a child with me?"

"I haven't told you, but I dream of having enough children to start my own soccer team."

"Why do you want so many children?"

"It's hard to explain everything correctly..." Intertwining his fingers with Lust's, Christian whispered "I just know I'd be happy to see a little Lust running around behind my back screaming 'Daddy, daddy'"

"..." Imagining the scene, Lust smiled softly and murmured "It wouldn't be bad... but our child would be a disaster."

"Why?"

"Just look at us, we can't control our lust for more than a day... our child would turn out much worse than us."

"I didn't think about that... but I don't see the need to think about it either, it's not like tastes are hereditary, we'd just have to make sure our son or daughter doesn't see what we do."

"Heh, you talk like I've already agreed to have your baby."

"Do you have a choice? Don't forget your place my little slave" Quickly bringing his hand up, Christian gently squeezes Lust's neck and gently pulls her collar "If I want to impregnate you it's a blessing for you~"

Raising her smile, Lust's eyes sparkled as her face instantly blushed "Forgive me master~"

Shaking her head slightly, Lust stuck Christian's thumb in her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it, as she slowly turned her face and stared at his owner's amused eyes "Let this little slave please you to make amends~"

"Hmph, do your thing and it better be satisfactory" With a mocking face, Christian nodded.

"Thank you master~" Turning gently, Lust smiled seductively and began to slowly lower himself down, then knelt between Christian's legs and began to pull down his pants.

With his member in the air and already erect, Christian stroked Lust's hair as a tongue began to fiddle with his glans 'This bitch gets better every day...'

Looking up at the ceiling, Christian smiled and closed his eyes in satisfaction, spending the next few hours engaged in a level of pleasure that only this woman could give him.

...

"All set?"

"Yes" Leaving the room with his suit on, Christian nodded towards Dimitri and walked to his side "Did you get the violin?"

"Yes, do you need anything else?"

"A good pianist, I need him to accompany me with what I've composed."

"Do you have the sheet music?"

"Yes" Pulling out a sheet of paper from his clothes, Christian hands it to Dimitri and continues "It's not too difficult, I just need the pianist not to make any mistakes".

"Well, we'll look for the best one"

"What shall we start with and at what time?"

"Right now we will go to the red square, you will have breakfast with the president and talk about trivial things in the world and something about your personal life, mostly for show".

"Then what's next?"

"Then she'll give you a tour of the red house and then you'll play chess, then finish with the gifts."

"Will it all be live?"

"First it will be recorded and then we'll run it through a live one"

"Nice" Stretching his muscles, Christian asked "What's the president like?"

"A nice woman, she used to be KGB."

"What's her name?"

"Nikita Putin."

"She's been president for several years, hasn't she?"

"Yes."

"Nikita Putin..." Muttering softly, Christian smiled and thought 'Who knew I'd have breakfast with the president of Russia?'

"..."

"This Nikita girl is cute?"

"*Sigh* This child knows no limits..." With a bitter smile, Dmitri continued "She's not ugly, she's still quite maintained despite her 46 years."

"46? That's pretty young considering she's been president for several years" Rubbing his chin with interest, Christian asked "She's married?"

"Yes, to a young man of 27."

"Hoh, interesting" Increasing his smile, Christian continued "How about that young man?"

"He used to be a champion ice skater, until he married the president."

"Does he have children?"

"2 daughters, 3 and 4 years old" Noticing the twinkle in Christian's eyes, Dimitri laughed bitterly and commented "Don't get any ideas about the president, she's not a good woman."

"Relax father, I don't plan to go any further, and even if it were to happen, it would just be for a bit of fun."

*Bonk*

"Tsk, tsk, you don't know how possessive women are, you'll end up in trouble" Hitting Christian's head with his cane, Dimitri continued "Stop thinking with your crotch, you're getting worse and worse".

"*Sigh* I know, I have so many intimate partners and I don't know why I can't settle" Dropping his shoulders, Christian sighed with irritation "It's like my instincts are screaming at me to look for more, I can't even see any reason to do it..."

"Now that you talk about instinct... how are your emotions going?"

"*Sigh* I wouldn't know... I'm doing well and badly."

"How's that?"

"I feel that every day my emotions are more intense... I feel very happy or very sad, but when I think that it's impossible to have so many emotions, the limit is broken and I end up in the same cycle"

"..."

"If it hadn't been for all the experience and training I have, I'm sure I would be a mess of expressions every day..." Muttering in a daze, Christian continued "But not only that, I feel that my whole body is changing a lot... it's very hard to explain it, but I really feel stronger every day, not significantly, but it is obvious."

"Do you have any other problems besides your emotions?"

"Old man, you don't understand how annoying this emotion thing is" Shaking his head, Christian continued "Sometimes I feel like I want to blow up a city just because of something that would cause a little anger to others, and sometimes I want to cry just because I don't have toast in my house.... not to mention that when I'm happy my body becomes very ecstatic and the only way to get rid of that feeling is to take my happiness to another level, by having sex... but obviously that leads to another problem, the overwhelming pleasure that has me trapped... it's all very hard to cope with and I think the more I live, the more those emotions increase."

"..." Looking at Christian's dazed face, Dimitri sighed and thought 'Although I avoid touching the bad emotions, when he feels lonely or sad it must be a real torture... but no matter how much I think, I can't figure out what this kid is...'

"Don't worry old man, I lived all my life this and it's something I have to face if or if, I'm not so weak as to get carried away by emotions" With a reassuring smile, Christian patted Dimitri's back and looked forward "Where's Natasha and Irina?"

"Natasha is still dealing with her spies and Irina was sent away by Natasha, she didn't like it when she got stupid with you around."

"*Sigh* No doubt it's a sin to be as handsome as I am."

"And that you only inherited 1% of my beauty my son, imagine if you had 100% of what I once was."

"..." Laughing, Christian nodded "I'd be a perfect model for a pork company."

...

"This is the red square... it looks quite interesting" Looking at the surrounding ancient structures, Christian murmured.

"It's even more beautiful at Christmas, you could come with little Helen".

"Not a bad idea, I could come with my family" Nodding, Christian looked towards Lenin's famous mausoleum and spoke "I thought there would be several reporters here".

"Not at all, they are all inside and they know they should behave, let's go" Smiling arrogantly, Dimitri looked sideways and entered through the front door.

Walking curiously, Christian looks at the soldiers guarding all the way and mutters "No checks, no questions... they are from the bratva?"

"Nowadays it's hard not to find a soldier in important positions who is not from the Bratva."

"You like to show off, don't you?"

"Quite a lot."

"Old man, does the Bratva have any fun areas?"

"Fun in what way?"

"I don't know, a crazy area with fights, vodka and Russian roulette."

Chuckling, Dmitri nodded "It has quite a few areas like that, but the biggest one is inside the new Gulag, are you interested in seeing it?"

"The gulag?" With a twinkle in his eye, Christian nodded quickly.

"After we finish this we can take a flight to see it."

"What's inside the gulag?"

"Well, as you may already know, it used to be a prison for the worst criminals, but they used the name for a clandestine center we have where almost everything is 'legal'."

"What's so interesting about it?"

"Everything, gambling, card tables, fights to the death, high class prostitutes, they even used to sell a few slaves every month"

"Just that?"

"Sometimes there are auctions and weird shit, then you'll see everything."

"Can I buy a slave?"

"Mostly men, but you might find some women."

Pursing his lips, Christian raised his head to the beautiful building in front of him and asked "Where do they get those slaves?"

"Most of them are debtors, some may be banished members of the Bratva or even criminals, although you can also find kidnapped people."

"Only the Russian Elite participate?"

"No, we have an international audience, although don't worry about being recognized, everyone is required to enter wearing masks."

"Do you also play Russian roulette?"

"Yes, it's quite a fun thing to do but they don't always play it."

"Do the Elite play Russian roulette?"

"Sometimes, at least once a month some crazy rich people come and bet everything, the person who survives gets all the loser's money" Remembering the number of times he participated and won, Dimitri laughed with satisfaction "But almost every day normal people participate and the rich people place the bets".

"Normal people are forced to participate?"

"No, we always look for people with a lot of debt and give them the chance to win a lot of money if they happen to win, 2 million dollars to be exact."

"That's quite a lot of money for the average person..." Nodding with understanding, Christian asked "The slaves are trained?"

"The vast majority yes, but some are 'savages'."

"What would they buy slaves for?"

"Women usually buy them for carnal desires, it doesn't matter their face or the man's member, just the satisfaction of being able to do anything with them and they feel satisfied."

"Sounds like a hard life for those people..."

"It's not all bad though, there are quite a few stories of Elite falling in love with their slaves, although it happens quite few cases, maybe 7 cases every 10 years."

"How much do you think I would cost if I were sold as a slave?"

"You?" Scanning Christian with his gaze, Dimitri narrowed his eyes and murmured "That depends, if we consider your fighting skills and your intelligence... maybe you could be sold for 600 million dollars".

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Edited By: YASH_MATHUR and EgO_Unknown

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